The Alvar Fields             
                          
                                          
 From   North   To   South,  Thirty   Odd 
 Kilometers.  From  West  To  East,  Four 
 Thousand Meters. From Topsoil  To Stone, 
 A Foot Or Two.  No Roots Can Fester,  No 
             Dust Can Linger.             
                                          
 Here Is  Earth,  Clay,  And  Sturdy  Low 
 Plants.  Bushes  Frame  The  Strip.  The 
 Earth  Is  Bare  In Patches  As Large As 
               You And Me.                
                                          
 Cross It To Get  To The Ocean, Or  Don'T 
          To Stay Where You Are.